Monday, April 15, 2019
Mourning Dove
There was a line to check-in at the clinic. Sounded like the person behind the desk and the person at the head of the line were catching up on gossip. I could wait. A lady ahead of me turned around and remarked on what wonderful weather we were having today. The temps might have made the 50's, the sky was overcast, and it felt like rain. I smiled. "It's wonderful weather compared to what we've had recently." I agreed. She replied, "It's warm enough to pick up dog poop. Any day I can pick up dog poop is a good day." Not sure if I took a step back or not. "I always say that. If I can pick up dog poop, it's a good day." she reiterated. I figure there are two ways of taking that statement. Either I should be concerned that I live in an area w/ a bunch of kooks -or- I should be happy that everyone here is as kooky as I am.
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